Farrell is both funny and creepy, especially when settling down to watch Real Housewives Of New Jersey after a late bite, and there's a nostalgic bonus ball when Chris Sarandon, the original Jerry, pops up for a cameo appearance.

There are some neat twists on the notion of vampirism as a metaphor for puberty too, so it's a bit of a shame that pacing issues (Christopher Mintz-Plasse disappears for most of the movie), a plot-hole ridden conclusion, and 3D cinematography that is so dim it is at times almost impossible to see what's going on, prevent this from being the riotous film it could have been.

While it's not a strictly necessary remake, Fright Night gets its four stars because of this near-perfect blend of jolts and jokes, making it one of the best horror remakes I've seen in ages, even if, given the likes of Friday The 13th, Last House On The Left and I Spit On Your Grave, that's not saying much.